Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Bottoms Up

I was hosting an evening scrapbook workshop in my home. My husband accepted responsibility for all parenting for my then 3 year old son, and they were going to do whatever they wanted to do UPSTAIRS.

An hour or two into the workshop, I'm going around taking care of my ladies, and what do I hear from the top of the stairs? I hear, "Mama!" "Mama!"

I went to the bottom of the stairs & said, "What?" The answer..."  Can you come wipe me?"

I said "Go get your daddy to take care of that." He said Daddy was busy watching TV. I had to haul myself away from my ladies to go upstairs and found my husband totally engrossed in his show. He was oblivious. I gave him a quick what-for and then returned to my work.

Yeah, real professional & businesslike.

B. H., Tennesee

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